August 7, 2017
This is August, my birthday month. There is enough about this month to cause me anxiety without having another birthday. I am going to take two trips, one to Ohio to visit my mother and sister, and one to New York to visit my daughter. My little Honda will be hot on the road. That is a slang phrase my father used to use. I donít suppose the birthday should bother me that much. Once you get through the hardship of dying itself you are presumably dead and nothing else bothers you anymore. It is the ultimate anesthetic that way.